Sticking to Sydney

I never seem to write about adventures I have in Sydney. I guess a part of me feels that unless I’ve had the chance to wind the car window down and let the wind flick through my hair as we speed off down the highway, it’s not really an adventure. Or at least one people … Continue reading Sticking to Sydney

Oh man, oh Snowy River

The rumble of hooves against the earth building like thunder, the yee-hahs of horsemen filling the air. As the herd raced towards and then over the cliff-face, the riders following grind to a halt. Except one. He continues on, leaping into the air and over the edge. “The man from Snowy River” they murmur to … Continue reading Oh man, oh Snowy River